--Afternoon--

The regrouped back at the police station; they were given a corner of the room with a cork board. The board was nearly full with pictures of the old, and semi new evidence. Reid was looking at the board as well as at a map, the other were sitting and looking at files.

Morgan commented. "The victim's friends said they went to one place almost habitually, a blood bar called Dante's Inferno."

Hotch looked up. "Initial M.E. reports find signs of torture and finally exsanguinations. Hotch said.

"Too hammered to fight back?" Elle said disbelieving. "I don't know about you but if some guy was pounding stakes into me, I would defiantly be fighting back." She concluded.

Morgan smiled doggedly. "Bet you would." He then got serious. "So the victims were partiers; grabbed, or led by the unsub someplace to get killed."

"Or followed." Jennifer said. "We've seen it before, victims are stalked and before they know it the killer is in their homes or dragging them off someplace."

"No trace of the victims homes being the torture site." Elle said tossing a file on the table. "Also no

Reid looked at the map, then at the evidence, then at another map, and then at more evidence. He reached over J.J. and Hotch, and grabbed a file on the table.

"No here, it's OK, just reach over us." J.J. commented.

Reid was obviously in a fugue state as he worked to put the pieces together. The killer had crossed several state lines, so there was no comfort zone. There was barely even a concrete pattern except for the age of the victims, and their obvious similarities in wardrobe tastes. So a concrete geographical profile could only be done for one thing, the torture site.

Reid then finally spoke. "I've narrowed down the field to a few possible areas. He said and then inhaled deeply. "This city and surrounding areas are over run with old mills and factories that date back to the early 1900's. Now cutting out long distances, and including the area near the last known place the victim departed from, and working in the dumpsite there is only a small area where she could have been taken." Before anyone could speak Reid started in again. "In the area are two mills and a handful of warehouses, but with Garcia's help we narrowed it down to three places."

As soon as he finished everyone's PDA came to life as Garcia sent the addresses to everyone. Hotch split everyone up into duos and sent them off to hopefully find more evidence. Teamed with the local police it did not take them very long to find the right building. It was a dilapidated industrial building; weeds and dirt covered the grounds, on the inside was darkness, rats, bats, and water. Finally in an inner room, they found blood, signs of recent torture. As usual there was little to go on, but the team was good, using their training they took in all the info they found.

"Honestly I have to say I am creeped out by all this." Elle stated.

Morgan grinned and leaned to one side in his chair, he took a sip of coffee. "That's because it's almost Halloween." He pointed at her. "You're letting the obvious ploy of the unsub get to you."

"No it's not that. I agree with Elle; there is something about all this that is unnerving." J.J. added.

Reid looked up with a puzzled look on his face. "Is it still a ploy if it is done year round?" He recalled the briefing on the plane. "Garcia said that victims with the same traits had been found all over, and that times of death ranged over various times."

After trading what they had observed; they soon were ready to announce a profile. Hotchner took the front of the room, media was restricted, J.J. would brief them later.

"The unsub is male between 29 and 45, he's been at this for a while. We know this because he is brazen; day time killings are rare but not unheard of. The unsub is dangerous because he thinks he is performing a deed." Hotch said then moved slightly to the side.

Reid stepped up. "The way the victims are killed are ritualistic; the unsub truly thinks he is purifying evil." He pointed to the pictures. "The silver, the stakes, and the various religious paraphernalia, all point to a crusader type psychosis."

An officer raised his hand. "What are you saying? That our killer is hunting monsters; because all that stuff I've seen in movies."

Reid nodded. "The unsub truly believes he is hunting monsters."